In the Forest of the Night
In the forest of the night, I behold the angels weeping.
Dare not turn away, lest their tears cease.
Rumble in the sky - a storm is coming, which matters naught, for these creatures of wind and talon can outrun any wind.
Nay, even the breath of God himself, for such creatures are no children of Heaven.
No harps for these demons. No pearly gates in sky, at which they may stand guard, casting gaze down on saint and sinner alike.
Heaven is beyond their reach, but with but a touch, they can cast you to Hell.
The gaze of angels now upon me. Darkened faces under darkened sky. No mantle, a shield from rain.
No weapon against stone, whether it be wood or lead.
Turn to flee, but to no avail.
As darkness takes mind and body.
For none escape the forest of the night.